“Nur Nichts ist.”
You reading these words here are likely lame and blind and if now offended, dumb as well.
What to do then with the lame, blind and dumb?
Tell them a story they might understand.
But it won’t make sense most likely, never has, as this key is to my own lock.
You meet so few in the desert of the mind not stark raving mad or dark all the way through, but nothing is light or dark all the way through.
We are the foam of Creation.
I like mine with a cherry on top.
Some cribbed notes from the soul...the microcosm is the exact image of the macrocosm.
Number One is only attained in the destruction of God and the Magician in samadhi.
The world is under the Number 3.
Numbers 4-9 contain the Daimonic and 10 the spirit.
This is the formula of the Tetragrammaton.
All numbers are part of the Magician themselves of course.
Unity transcends Consciousness.
All True Gods are attributed to the Trinity.
The Father of Thought, Chaos and The Mother Babalon.
There are three main theories of the Universe: Dualism, Monism and Nihilism.
All are reconciled and unified in the theory which we shall now set forth.
First know, the solution is beyond all word and thought to prevent the profane and vulgar from accessing the Temple.
The Infinite spirals around the atomic point and manifests.
This is just one such conjunction of these spiraling infinities.
An idea may not refer to Being at all, but to Going.
All discussions then upon philosophy are necessarily sterile, since Truth is beyond language. They are, however, useful if carried far enough—if carried to the point when it becomes aparent that all arguments are arguments in a circle.
Or perhaps a spiral would be a better way to visualize it.
DNA is a record of these arguments and decisions.
But discussions of the details of purely imaginary qualities are frivolous and may be deadly.
For the Great danger of the Great Work, a magickal theory, is that the student may mistake the alphabet and symbols for the things which they represent.
Why spell Magick thusly?
To connect to the original Secret of the Magi, bypassing all counterfeits.
Magick is the means of connecting to and communicating with the real forces the body is always a part of and mysticism is the raising up of yourself to the higher planes of being.
But we go and come back, bringing only what is needed, nothing more and nothing less.
When your mind is in opposition to your True Will, you meander about confused in a fog of mind, but when the time of your Mind is synchronized with the real through your Body, you are love under will, and the Trinity is present on Earth.
Truth is beyond language...words represent the unseen.
The Magician transmutes the many into the One.
Parmenides was gifted logic from the depths of his soul.
The Tree of Life is a symbol of the Universe.
The unintelligent ridicule Magick and only cling to science and or nihilism or the symbols of the soul.
They starve sitting in a Garden filled with every delight!
Arrangement of the Paths is self evident to any serious student. Binah, the Supernal Understanding is connected to Tiphareth, Human Consciousness, through intuition and pure mathematics.
Strife is not to be detested or hated. It is the reducer and leveler of the unreal.
A divine thought always contains all aspects.
There is now but One Star In Sight...
Thy feet in mire, thine head in murk,
O man, how piteous thy plight,
The doubts that daunt, the ills that irk,
Thou hast nor wit nor will to fight—
How hope in heart, or worth in work?
No star in sight!
Thy gods proved puppets of the priest.
“Truth? All’s relation!” science sighed.
In bondage with thy brother beast,
Love tortured thee, as Love’s hope died
And Lover’s faith rotted. Life no least
Dim star descried.
Thy cringing carrion cowered and crawled
To find itself a chance-cast clod
Whose Pain was purposeless; appalled
That aimless accident thus trod
Its agony, that void skies sprawled
On the vain sod!
All souls eternally exist,
Each individual, ultimate,
Perfect—each makes itself a mist
Of mind and flesh to celebrate
With some twin mask their tender tryst
Some drunkards, doting on the dream,
Despair that it should die, mistake
Themselves for their own shadow-scheme.
One star can summon them to wake
To self; star-souls serene that gleam
On life’s calm lake.
That shall end never that began.
All things endure because they are.
Do what thou wilt, for every man
And every woman is a star.
Pan is not dead; he liveth, Pan!
Break down the bar!
To man I come, the number of
A man my number, Lion of Light;
I am The Beast whose Law is Love.
Love under will, his royal right—
Behold within, and not above,
One star in sight!